The Respectables - Sweet Mama lyrics

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The Respectables - Sweet Mama lyrics

I left my home up in Canada And headed down south to see the Mardi Gras Met a Louisiana queen in some faded jeans She showed me how to do it down in New Orleans She had a Jesus statue in her motor home A lady concerned I had never known I couldn't be a saint when she came marchin in With those faded blue jeans said let the joy begin She was a sweet mama Not a rolling stone I guess she didn't wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone We skipped the jambalaya and the carnival Clean forgot about my mama back in Montral Cause she blew my mind like a hurricane And soaked me down just like the Louisiana rain Sweet mama not a rolling stone I guess she didn't wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone We let the good times roll as the band played on Just one more song and I have to be gone Oh such a night Now I'm back in cold Canada Just a young man dreamin bout the Mardi Gras But I know what it means to miss New Orleans And that god-fearing woman with her faded jeans She was a sweet mama Not a rolling stone I guess she didn't wanna be alone Looking for a man to call her own But she couldn't get Jesus on the telephone Sweet mama Sweet sweet mama Sweet mama Sweet sweet mama Sweet mama A sweet mama Sweet mama Sweet sweet mama